Right, i am turning a political rant into a sketch. I am not entering this into any competition or anything, i just want to air this view i have. I am expecting some negative comments, but i don't care. Here you go:
INT. BIG BROTHER STYLE HOUSE [DAY]
A LARGE BLACK MALE (OMAR) WALKS OVER TO THE SOFAS AND SITS DOWN WITH 4 OTHER BLACK MALES (BO, JOHNSON, CLIFF, MONTY) AS WELL AS 4 BLACK FEMALES (ROSIE, KATIE, JOSS, CONSTANCE) AND ONE WHITE MALE (HOWARD) WHO LOOKS UNCOMFORTABLE AND SECLUDED.
OMAR:
(UP BEAT) Wat hapnin’ niggas?
BO:
(SOULFULLY) O you know, you know, chillin’ wit me dawgs and me bitches! You know me and Constance getin’ all steamy up in dis (POINTING TO SOFA WHERE HE SITS) shizzle until white boy walk in on us you know.
MONTY (SITTING BESIDE HOWARD) SLAPS HOWARD ACROSS THE HEAD.
CONSTANCE:
(BEGRUDINGLY) Yeah, wat you doin all up in ‘ere wen me shakin’ me booty fur my man.
HOWARD:
(STUTTER) Erm … err …
MONTY:
(SLAPPING HOWARD ACROSS THE HEAD AGAIN) Man shut up cracka!
OMAR:
(ANGRILY) You white boys all up in our bizness tryin’ ta keep a nigga down. Am I right home boyz?
ALL MEN:
(SHOUTING) YEAH!
OMAR:
(TO BO) So why he do all that?
BO:
(SOULFULLY) Boy I don’t know. You never know what dem cracka oinkys are thinking. Probably about lynching tho.
OMAR:
(AGGRESSIVELY TO HOWARD) You wanna lynch us boy?
HOWARD:
(SCARED/STUTTER) Nnnn …. Nnnnn …
MONTY SLAPS HOWARD ACROSS THE SLAP.
OMAR:
You know wat? Shut up! Let a nigga talk.
CONSTANCE:
White boy sed he makin’ breakfast.
OMAR:
Wat? (AGGRESSIVELY) You think you a superior race coz you can cook? Man I orta slap you. In fact, MONTY!
MONTY SLAPS HOWARD AGAIN
OMAR:
Wat? You think a black man get uppa to dat hob we cook ya up some fried chicken?
HOWARD:
Nnnnn … nnnn …. No.
MONTY GOES TO SLAP BUT HE DIVES OFF THE SOFA. OMAR GETS UP AND KICKS HIM IN THE BACKSIDE.
OMAR:
You get whatever you cookin’ and bring it ‘ere, I’m hungrier than a white boy in Africa.
HOWARD RUNS OFF TO GET THE FRYING PAN
OMAR:
Betta not be no white meat on there either. It makes me sick. Betta not be any red meat either, that just sunburned white f**kas yo.
HOWARD BRINGS PAN AND A PLATE. HE PUTS PLATE ON TABLE.
OMAR:
Wat ya got oinky?
HOWARD:
Sausages?
HOWARDS PUTS SAUSAGE ON PLATE.
OMAR:
Wat! Wat! Dat sausage is golden brown mothaf**ka! Like a white girl in Tenerife. Wat else?
HOWARD:
Eggs?
HOWARD PUTS EGG ON PLAT
OMAR:
Are you four real? Egg! It’s all white! It comes from chicken. You makin’ reference to friend chicken boy? Cracka! Do I look like Saunders to yall? I know we all look da same to you white boys! What else?
HOWARD:
Bacon?
OMAR:
Oh you did not! You just not fry me up some pig and put it on me plate! You are da oinky in ‘ere white boy. Now come on, what’s that?
HOWARD:
(WORRIED) Erm … errr … arrrr
MONTY:
Spit it out boy.
HOWARD:
Black … pudding?
THE ROOM GOES SILENT. EVERYONE STARES AT HOWARD. SUDDENLY ALL THE MIRRORS IN THE HOUSE BREAK AND OUT COMES MANY SECURITY GUARDS. THEY POUNCE ON HOWARD AND DRAG HIM OUT. THE GEORDIE VOICE OF BIG BROTHER COMES ON.
VOICE:
Howard, get out of this house you racist bastard!
OMAR:
Shut up cracka!